Sanvers Week Day 6 - Smut
I just graduated on day 6, so sorry this one is late @queercapwriting ! This is my first time trying to write sex (so much harder than I thought???) and it turned out very fluffy for some reason? Oh well. Hope you enjoy : )
They really should be sleeping.
But it’s not often they get a whole day off together, let alone a whole week, and it really has been a hell of a year.
Finding each other, learning each other, starting their lifetime of firsts.
Overcoming fears to let themselves be loved, to let themselves love another.
Surviving wounds. Kidnappings. Drownings. Invasions.
A hell of a year.
They really should be sleeping, but instead it’s past 3am and they’re drinking red wine from the bottle in the dying light of a driftwood fire, feet tender from the long walk over rocks to get to this more private part of the beach using only their phones for light, giggling like teenagers sneaking out.
In a way, Alex is a teenager sneaking out. It’s been strange, being back in Midvale, her mother out of town, the house to themselves. Making out with Maggie on the couch, on her bedroom floor, waking up together in a bed she’d never been allowed to bring boys to, that only Vicki Donahue had ever been permitted to sleep in.
She could only have imagined this, back then – sitting before a fire, squeezing gently the fingers of another person, clumsily reaching a milestone a decade too late.
Even so, Alex can only smile and kiss the back of her love’s hand. Maggie was worth the wait.